Once all people received Souls and incredible powers. Some were lucky enough to obtain the Soul of an ancient and powerful creature, but fate was not favorable to all. The world began to change, and creatures evolved. But, it was not the beginning of a new era. It was the end. A couple of months later, a dark mist appeared and destroyed the world. It was a dictate of destiny from which no one could escape. Wain Norheim was the world's best assassin and the only one who didn't get a soul. However, he was destined to gain the power to confront fate. Escaping through a portal into another world, he unknowingly began the apocalypse. Even the world failed to expel him.
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
The monster crashed into the massive wall as its body was almost completely buried in it by Wain's powerful kick.
"Well, well, I'd be curious to kill someone with a God level, but since I haven't reached the Fifth Chronicle yet, we can limit ourselves to just a Demigod, can't we?" Wain said with a slight smirk on his face while slowly stepping forward.
'Hah, that really was impressive, but you shouldn't get too cocky.' Gladius said in a serious manner, 'Soon my skill will come to an end, and then you won't be able to act so recklessly.
"Don't worry. I clearly understand it, however, my power is not based on you or your skills." Wain said with an ice-cold look as he extended his arm.
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
Black electrical discharges appeared on his palm as clouds thickened over the arena that came just out of nowhere.